I gasp and turn to make sure Benjamin isn’t paying any attention. He’s happily tapping away at the buttons that adjust his seat. He buzzes forward and back over and over again, giggling all the while.
“He doesn’t know what this means,” Ashley says, doing the gesture again with a little more vigor.
I glare at her. “No, but other people might. I don’t want his nanny to see him doing that. It would make us look bad.”
“Imagine what the press would say about us then?” Timofey says it softly in my ear, goosebumps blooming all over my skin.
Ashley is crude, but she sure as hell isn’t wrong.
Everything about Timofey calls to me. Those first few weeks, I was beyond exhausted and enamored with the new little bundle we brought into the world.
But it's been eight weeks and things are starting to
